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Chapter 100: The Betrayer's Truth
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CROWNED BY BLOOD Chapter 102: Reunion of Blood
The Trial's flames are still in my bones, burning with a heat that exists beyond the physical realm, a spiritual fire that sears from within. I can smell the smoke in my hair, acrid and otherworldly, though no earthly fire touched me during those hours of judgment. The scent clings like the memory of burning bridges, of old selves consumed in purifying flame. I can taste ash on my tongue, bitter as regret, though it was not my body that burned in those spirit-flames, it was my soul, stripped bare and cauterized clean.My legs tremble with exhaustion that goes deeper than flesh, a weariness that has settled into my very bones. The landscape around me seems different now, as if the Trial has not only changed me but altered my perception of the world itself. Colors appear more vivid, shadows more defined, as though a film has been lifted from my eyes.When I cross the threshold into the main courtyard where I once held court, where I once dispensed justice that became increasingly indist
CROWNED BY BLOOD Chapter 101: The Trial of Flame
They said the Trial of Flame was not meant for the living. That it was an ordeal only the dead should walk, a final judgment reserved for souls who had already passed beyond the veil and needed one last reckoning before finding their rest.But I am neither. alive nor gone. I am the wound between the two states, a creature suspended in the space where life meets death and neither claims me completely. The curse has made me into something beyond the natural order too corrupted to live with a clean conscience, too stubborn to die with grace.The ancient ritual was found in the deepest vaults of the castle, written in the old tongue on parchment so fragile it cracked at the slightest touch. The scholars who translated it spoke in hushed voices, their faces pale with the weight of what they'd discovered. A trial by spiritual fire, they said, meant to purge the soul of its deepest sins or consume it entirely in the attempt.The council and what remains of them after years of my reign, deman
CROWNED BY BLOOD Chapter 100: The Betrayer's Truth
They drag him into the broken hall in chains that ring against stone with each labored step, though the metal restraints feel far too noble for what Marcus has proven himself to be. The sound echoes through Hollowshade's damaged corridors like a death knell, announcing the arrival of treachery made manifest. Seraphina leads the capture detail, her blade still gleaming with fresh blood from the fight that brought him down, her eyes burning with a righteous fire I recognize as something she learned from watching me endure betrayal after betrayal throughout her young life.Alexander flanks her with the measured precision of a seasoned warrior, his silence more menacing than any threat he could have spoken aloud. The weight of Marcus's betrayal presses heavy across his features, aging him in ways that battles against external enemies never could. Behind them, palace guards maintain formation, but their faces show the same mixture of disgust and disbelief that comes from discovering a serp
CROWNED BY BLOOD Chapter 99: Shadows of Aldric
I saw the shadow creeping across the broken stones of Hollowshade like a tide of liquid darkness that defied every natural law. They spread over the ruined walls with deliberate malice, seeping into ancient stone and stagnant air, devouring even the steady flame of torches that had burned in these halls for generations. The darkness moved with purpose and with intelligence.And then I felt something, a pressure building inside my chest like an ice forming around my heart, as if the curse that had claimed my soul had somehow found its kin wandering the spaces between life and death. The sensation was familiar in the most terrible way, a recognition that made my wolf recoil in instinctive terror even as my human consciousness struggled to understand what approached.Aldric. Even death, it seemed, had not been sufficient to contain his hatred.His voice materialized from the encroaching darkness, slithering through the fortress halls. The sound carried no physical form, yet it pressed ag
CROWNED BY BLOOD Chapter 98: When the Wind Weeps
The forest was silent when I entered it, not that peaceful silence of sanctuary, but the hollow silence of a wound that has festered in the earth for years, refusing to heal despite the passage of seasons. This silence presses against my skin, heavy with memory and thick with the kind of sorrow that seeps into soil and remains there.This is where the curse that now defines my existence first seeped into me like venom from a serpent's bite, spreading through my veins with deliberate malice until it reached my heart and transformed everything I had ever been.The memory rises unbidden, as vivid now as it was then. Celeste's face in the moonlight, her eyes wide with betrayal and terror as she realized what I had chosen to become. The weight of the dagger in my hand, foreign and terrible until the moment it became familiar. The sound she made when the blade found its mark something between that has haunted my dreams ever since, the flashes were so real and exact.The rain begins as it n
CROWNED BY BLOOD Chapter 97: Mourning Flame
The tower is broken, I climbed it anyway. Each step is an act of penance. The spiral staircase that once carried me to moments of solitude and contemplation now crumbles beneath my feet.My body ached with every step. My claws scraped against the worn stone as I haul myself up the treacherous path, the sound echoing off the remaining walls like the whisper of dead leaves.At the top, what remains of the tower's crown opens to the sky like a broken chalice. The wind greets me here, sharp and unkind, carrying with it the scent of the sea and the lingering bitter tang of old magic. It whipped my hair across my face.I brought with me a single bundle wrapped in rough cloth: candles. Dozens of them gathered from the castle's abandoned stores and the village's reluctant merchants. Each one cost me something coin I barely have, pride I can no longer afford to keep. Each one represents a confession, a blade pressed against my heart, a small light to honor the darkness I have wrought.I knelt
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